Post by WJChesek ((Evern)) on Apr 6, 2009 22:12:24 GMT -5
Governor
NEAR MIDNIGHT, THE GOVERNOR’S MANOR
NEW RELON, THE KINGDOM OF KING WILLEM HELMSSON
He slunk along the wall, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. That the study was devoid of other signs of life did not matter to him, one could never be too careful. Especially when one was in the governor’s mansion when one wasn’t exactly supposed to be there. Suddenly, though no sound other than the scraping of his boots across the stone floor could be accurately discerned, he stopped mid-step, the tip of his leading boot hovering just above a rug that spread across most of the center of the room.
A door opened, the flickering light of the torches in the room beyond lightening his features. Grey eyes reflected the light, browns and greens made up his clothes, the dagger that hung through his belt a startling obsidian, and an empty quiver was slung across his back. Dark hair hung in a tail peered through the edges of his hood, pulled low in an effort to obscure his handsome visage.
A second man had opened the door; he carried the source of light, a dying torch, the fire reflecting dully off his steel armor, the sword stuck through its sheath clanking against his greaves. His eyes had not yet adjusted to the new room, yet he continued onward, secure in the knowledge that this manor had yet to be violated by unwelcome guests.
The first man stepped back, taking refuge behind a nearby bookcase, only one would perish tonight, and that person wasn’t one of the governor’s bodyguards, he decided, pressing himself against the wall, the noise he made was far outweighed by the guard’s armor.
The light gained strength before disappearing down an adjacent hall, the guard’s footsteps going farther away. The cloaked man let loose a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and continued his forward movement, light feet crisscrossing along the rug which muffled his footsteps farther. The guard had left the door opened, what luck!
Sliding past the half opened door, he came into a new room, the hall that linked his target’s study and bedroom, the entrance to the latter closed tight and probably locked. Throwing away all stealth in this well lit corridor, the man sprinted across the floor, sliding to an all too noisy stop at the door, which he immediately attempted to open. He was right, it was locked.
The man crouched in front of the lock, fishing his picks out of a pouch that hung at his hip, slowly and carefully inserting the tools into the lock. Experienced hands detected five pins, each of which would have to come undone before he could open the door.
The first two stayed up easily enough, the third took far too long and he began to worry when the guards would decide to check this hall again. He began to imagine, or were they real, the loud footsteps of the governor’s guard clanking his way back through the study. He got the fourth pin. The footsteps stopped, and cursing could be heard in the study along with a clanging, that of a dropped sword or torch.
The man’s tongue began to work its way out of the corner of his mouth until- Success! The door was unlocked with a final click, with one last glance down the hall at the now opening door, the man slipped through, closing it swiftly behind him.
This room was dark, a round bed sat against one wall, while the light of the broken moon shone brightly through the windows, brightening up a bookcase in the process.
The man cracked a rare smile, drawing his black knife, he strode towards the bed for the first time noticing the governor as he rolled over in his bed.
The man tore a strip from his target’s red blanket, which he tied around the governor’s head, limiting the volume with which he could speak, before waking him softly, “’Ello gov’na.”
When the governor scrambled and tried to squirm his way out of this trap, the man smiled, “Now, now, don’t spoil my fun. Here, I’ll even tell you my name before I… do the deed.” He bowed as best he could from his position atop the governor’s arms, “I’m Isaac Caine. I would say at your service, but, well, you’re not in a position to speak right now.” And with that, he tore off the cloth binding the governor’s head, enabling him to speak for the split second it took for Isaac’s hand to clamp on his jaw, “You, Governor Jiles, have earned this, when you ordered the deaths of the plague victims when they could’ve been cured.”
He released his grip and raised his eyebrows questioningly, “Any last words?”
Jiles shouted for his guards earning a frown from his assassin, but it was cut short by Isaac’s strong hand again, “Now, goodbye, Governor Jiles.” He said before ramming the blade into the man’s chest, between the pair of ribs just over Jiles’ heart, twisting it one quarter to the right, grinning as the dying governor coughed up blood, spattering the scarlet blanket with crimson blood.
Isaac’s face twisted into a macabre smile as he acted quickly, wiping the knife off on the sheets before glancing at the door.
The door burst open, three bodyguards rushing inwards, swords clanging against their steel encased legs.
“Governor Jiles!” one called out, clearly hoping to earn an answer from the deceased law maker. The first, apparently the commander, took the three steps to the governor’s bed, once he saw the wound he began giving rapid fire orders.
“Bring in the military. I want knights, paladins, archers, scouts, all of them. Tell them to lock down the manor, and I want it locked down yesterday!” The other two nodded, and set about their tasks.
* * *
Isaac walked out of the manor with purpose, looking for all the world as if he belonged. He even apologized as he bumped into a paladin, the holy soldier’s golden shoulder plates reflecting the light of the broken moon all too well. As he crossed street on a path towards his own meager home, he considered the mission. Jiles had been ordering the unjust killings of too many innocents, claiming that each one had wronged him in some way.
Isaac shook his head, some people simply had too much power, which was why it fell to him to clean up the others that killed without discrimination.
((Had this written for a while, figured I'd share. Enjoy the shortness, and comment if you can!))
NEAR MIDNIGHT, THE GOVERNOR’S MANOR
NEW RELON, THE KINGDOM OF KING WILLEM HELMSSON
He slunk along the wall, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. That the study was devoid of other signs of life did not matter to him, one could never be too careful. Especially when one was in the governor’s mansion when one wasn’t exactly supposed to be there. Suddenly, though no sound other than the scraping of his boots across the stone floor could be accurately discerned, he stopped mid-step, the tip of his leading boot hovering just above a rug that spread across most of the center of the room.
A door opened, the flickering light of the torches in the room beyond lightening his features. Grey eyes reflected the light, browns and greens made up his clothes, the dagger that hung through his belt a startling obsidian, and an empty quiver was slung across his back. Dark hair hung in a tail peered through the edges of his hood, pulled low in an effort to obscure his handsome visage.
A second man had opened the door; he carried the source of light, a dying torch, the fire reflecting dully off his steel armor, the sword stuck through its sheath clanking against his greaves. His eyes had not yet adjusted to the new room, yet he continued onward, secure in the knowledge that this manor had yet to be violated by unwelcome guests.
The first man stepped back, taking refuge behind a nearby bookcase, only one would perish tonight, and that person wasn’t one of the governor’s bodyguards, he decided, pressing himself against the wall, the noise he made was far outweighed by the guard’s armor.
The light gained strength before disappearing down an adjacent hall, the guard’s footsteps going farther away. The cloaked man let loose a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and continued his forward movement, light feet crisscrossing along the rug which muffled his footsteps farther. The guard had left the door opened, what luck!
Sliding past the half opened door, he came into a new room, the hall that linked his target’s study and bedroom, the entrance to the latter closed tight and probably locked. Throwing away all stealth in this well lit corridor, the man sprinted across the floor, sliding to an all too noisy stop at the door, which he immediately attempted to open. He was right, it was locked.
The man crouched in front of the lock, fishing his picks out of a pouch that hung at his hip, slowly and carefully inserting the tools into the lock. Experienced hands detected five pins, each of which would have to come undone before he could open the door.
The first two stayed up easily enough, the third took far too long and he began to worry when the guards would decide to check this hall again. He began to imagine, or were they real, the loud footsteps of the governor’s guard clanking his way back through the study. He got the fourth pin. The footsteps stopped, and cursing could be heard in the study along with a clanging, that of a dropped sword or torch.
The man’s tongue began to work its way out of the corner of his mouth until- Success! The door was unlocked with a final click, with one last glance down the hall at the now opening door, the man slipped through, closing it swiftly behind him.
This room was dark, a round bed sat against one wall, while the light of the broken moon shone brightly through the windows, brightening up a bookcase in the process.
The man cracked a rare smile, drawing his black knife, he strode towards the bed for the first time noticing the governor as he rolled over in his bed.
The man tore a strip from his target’s red blanket, which he tied around the governor’s head, limiting the volume with which he could speak, before waking him softly, “’Ello gov’na.”
When the governor scrambled and tried to squirm his way out of this trap, the man smiled, “Now, now, don’t spoil my fun. Here, I’ll even tell you my name before I… do the deed.” He bowed as best he could from his position atop the governor’s arms, “I’m Isaac Caine. I would say at your service, but, well, you’re not in a position to speak right now.” And with that, he tore off the cloth binding the governor’s head, enabling him to speak for the split second it took for Isaac’s hand to clamp on his jaw, “You, Governor Jiles, have earned this, when you ordered the deaths of the plague victims when they could’ve been cured.”
He released his grip and raised his eyebrows questioningly, “Any last words?”
Jiles shouted for his guards earning a frown from his assassin, but it was cut short by Isaac’s strong hand again, “Now, goodbye, Governor Jiles.” He said before ramming the blade into the man’s chest, between the pair of ribs just over Jiles’ heart, twisting it one quarter to the right, grinning as the dying governor coughed up blood, spattering the scarlet blanket with crimson blood.
Isaac’s face twisted into a macabre smile as he acted quickly, wiping the knife off on the sheets before glancing at the door.
The door burst open, three bodyguards rushing inwards, swords clanging against their steel encased legs.
“Governor Jiles!” one called out, clearly hoping to earn an answer from the deceased law maker. The first, apparently the commander, took the three steps to the governor’s bed, once he saw the wound he began giving rapid fire orders.
“Bring in the military. I want knights, paladins, archers, scouts, all of them. Tell them to lock down the manor, and I want it locked down yesterday!” The other two nodded, and set about their tasks.
* * *
Isaac walked out of the manor with purpose, looking for all the world as if he belonged. He even apologized as he bumped into a paladin, the holy soldier’s golden shoulder plates reflecting the light of the broken moon all too well. As he crossed street on a path towards his own meager home, he considered the mission. Jiles had been ordering the unjust killings of too many innocents, claiming that each one had wronged him in some way.
Isaac shook his head, some people simply had too much power, which was why it fell to him to clean up the others that killed without discrimination.
((Had this written for a while, figured I'd share. Enjoy the shortness, and comment if you can!))
